Online Player (Bradley)

This poem is dedicated to all you "online players" and the ladies that you play:

Bradley was a player
his harem was online,
He talked to many women
Oh, he thought he was fine,
He gave them all his number
He told them all to call,
He promised he would meet them
But he soon began to stall,
He had a redhead in Sacramento
A blond one in LA,
A brunette in Hawaii
And more were in the Bay,
A cutie in Chicago
A thick one in DC,
A slim one in Ohio
A few more in Pa-ree
He thought he was a player,
He thought he had it made
Till one day he realized,
His luck would surely fade
The redhead didn't want him,
The blond dismissed him too
The cutie in Chicago,
Told Bradley they were through
The thick one dropped that zero,
The slim one dissed him , phew!
Hawaii told him bye-bye,
And the many became a few
Now Bradley lost his harem,
The ladies were all gone
He spends his time lamenting,
And wondering, "what went wrong?"
The moral of this story,
The lesson to be learned
"If you call yourself a player, be ready to get burned"